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Zoe's dreams of marriage are shattered when she catches her fiance in a compromising situation with his best friend. Devastated, she seeks to recover what she has lost. That's when an enigmatic man, a warm billionaire named Maxime Delacroix, offers her an unexpected solution: a loveless marriage, a contractual alliance with the aim of destroying his ex's career. Although reluctant, Zoe accepts, ready to do anything to get revenge. But as their relationship grows, Zoe realizes that the stakes are more complex than she imagined. Between revenge and a budding passion for this distant man, she finds herself torn between her desire for justice and her budding feelings. How far will she be willing to go to get revenge without losing everything in the process?
Zoe hadn't planned on it being that night. She hadn't planned on how a simple, quiet evening, where everything seemed to be going normally, would turn everything upside down. As she had just returned to their apartment, she had had this strange feeling of being out of sync, an inexplicable impression that something was wrong. She had put it down to the stress of work, to the fact that she hadn't slept enough in the last few days. But now, thinking back to the intuition that had struck her, she wondered how she hadn't been able to perceive it sooner.
She had opened the living room door a crack, her shoes barely put in the entryway, her coat still hanging on the door. It was Victor's silhouette that she had seen, sitting on the sofa, laughing out loud. But it was not a banal laugh, it was that laugh that she knew well: that of a deep complicity, a shared, intimate laugh. He seemed to have forgotten everything else in the world, everything they had built together. But what had immediately captured her attention was not simply the scene, but the presence of Damien, Victor's best friend. This detail, this little something that should never have been there. Damien was not supposed to be there. Zoe knew that it was not normal, but she had not wanted it, she had not wanted to see what she was going to see.
She had approached, unsure of what she would find. But the words had struck like a guillotine. Damien had tilted his head back, bursting into laughter, and his hands were resting on Victor's knees. There was nothing suspicious about that in itself, except that Damien's fingers had lingered a little too close to Victor's thighs, and when he had slid a glance towards his friend's face, he had sketched a smile that had made Zoe shiver from head to toe.
She had seen the moment they had realized she was there. Victor's gaze had frozen, his smile had faded as suddenly as his laughter had. A heavy silence had filled the room. Zoe had frozen in turn, unable to move, unable to scream, unable to understand what had just happened. She hadn't needed words to understand. She knew. It was as if a veil had been torn away, letting her discover a world she would never have thought possible. She had seen their complicity, and she had seen something even more devastating: the way Victor had looked away. As if, in that moment, he had sought to hide a truth that he knew was unacceptable.
Damien had then said, in a voice too calm, too deliberate: "Zoe, wait, it's not what you think." But she didn't want to hear anymore. She had already seen everything, understood everything. Her eyes had filled with tears, but she had forced herself to stay calm, not to burst into tears. Not yet. She didn't want to do them this favor, didn't want to give them the right to see her collapse.
"So it's true..." she had whispered, more to herself than to them. She had taken a step back, then two, until her feet hit the corner of the furniture. She had wanted to run away, but her legs were heavy. She was paralyzed by pain, by disappointment, by humiliation. "How could you..." Zoe's voice had trembled, but she had done her best to make her words carry. She had looked at him, Victor, this man she loved and with whom she had shared so many plans, so many dreams. And this same man was now there, in their living room, laughing with his best friend, as if none of that mattered.
Victor had stood up, moving toward her, but she had pushed him away with a sharp gesture. "Don't come to me." He had hesitated, as if, for the first time, he didn't know what to do. As if, in that suspended moment, he had no idea what he could say to repair what he had destroyed. Zoe didn't have the courage to look him in the eye. She knew she would never be able to look at him the same way again.
"Zoe, I..." He said her name as if it would be enough to erase the betrayal. "It's not what you think." But the words were empty, meaningless, void of any hope of redemption.
She hadn't had the courage to give him a chance to explain. She didn't want to. What could he have said to justify what he had just done? How could he have explained this scene that she had seen with her own eyes, these gestures, this complicity that left no room for doubt? She felt betrayed in her soul, in her body, as if a part of herself was already dead, as if she no longer existed.
"That's it... That's all you have to say?" Zoe spoke with an icy calm that barely masked the tremor in her voice. She didn't want to scream, she didn't want to give him that privilege. She took a deep breath before continuing. "You want me to believe you, don't you? That this is all just a mistake, a misunderstanding?" She shook her head, tears now streaming down her cheeks. "No. I can't. I..." Her words trailed off in a ragged breath. It was too much for her. Too much. She had left the room, her heart in tatters, like an abandoned wreck. She hadn't taken her things. She hadn't taken her souvenirs. She had simply left the apartment, not knowing where to go, not knowing what to do.
She had wandered the streets, lost, as if the ground had given way beneath her feet. The people who passed by her didn't even look at her. She had found herself at the edge of the canal, her hands shaking, trying to contain her grief. But she couldn't. The pain was too intense, too dull. The sight of Victor, his frozen face, his tasteless apologies, all of it jostled in her mind, like a whirlwind of chaos. She hadn't known how to react. She hadn't known how to accept the unacceptable. She had let herself be overwhelmed by an ocean of anger, sadness and betrayal. She didn't want to go back to her parents, to see them staring at her with pity. She didn't want a look that would have seen her failure.
She realized she had nothing left. Nothing, except this deep need, this rage that boiled inside her. A rage that she didn't quite understand yet, but that gave birth to a dark idea in her mind: she had to get revenge. She had to make him suffer, make him feel at least a fragment of what she felt. She had given it to him. She had loved him with all her heart, but he had betrayed her in a way that nothing could repair. There was no going back, no forgiveness possible.
Zoe knew she was embarking on a path of no return, but a part of her, the wounded part, also knew she had no other choice. And revenge would be her only ally, even if she knew it would change her forever.
Under the gaze of a fallen mafia, Elvie, a young woman with a troubled past and victim of a brutal ex, seeks to rebuild her life. Working as an assistant in the villa of the Corleone, an influential crime family, she tries to avoid conflict with the three Corleone brothers, all as dangerous as each other. But everything changes when Adriano, the eldest brother and heir, breaks his arranged engagement to embrace the war between enemy families and must quickly remarry. Cold and calculating, he sees Elvie as a simple piece in his game. For her, he is just another nightmare to flee. But as they interact, appearances crumble and unexpected bonds are forged. As her ex resurfaces, Elvie will have to choose between her new life, her secrets and the growing violence that threatens everything she has rebuilt.
Alice's life has been devastated by the betrayal of those she believed to be her allies. Five years ago, her fiancé, in the grip of a professional failure, convinced her to sacrifice her dreams to help him get back on his feet. But her best friend, hungry for glory and power, made a decision that would change their friendship forever, by secretly becoming a surrogate mother. When Alice's fiancé, now at the top of his career, left her, claiming that she no longer met his expectations, Alice, broken, accepted the proposal of the mysterious billionaire, Gabriel Hartman. Known for his coldness and indifference, Gabriel seemed to offer Alice an escape. What she didn't know was that he was the one who had orchestrated her best friend's request for maternity... But what if everything she thought she knew was just a decoy? What if, deep down, the price of her redemption is much higher than she imagined? Can the truth really mend broken hearts, or will secrets destroy everything in their path?
Lily thought she had a simple life, surrounded by her adoptive parents in a small town. But everything changed the day she learned that her real parents were industrial tycoons and that she had a twin brother, heir to a family empire. Welcomed into a world of luxury, she found herself facing a reality very different from the one she knew. Her brother, a cold and ambitious man, had always hated her. "You're just an intruder, Lily," he told her. But another secret resurfaced: a mysterious businessman claimed that Lily was the rightful heir to a huge hidden fortune. "It's time you knew the truth," he told her. Between betrayals and revelations, Lily must choose between wealth and family loyalty.
Lara Sanders and Ethan Cole had been together for five years, but Lara had never been his priority. Ethan, obsessed with his work, did not see the soul of the woman he had married. Lara had tried to rekindle the flame, but in vain. She had had enough. One day, she left everything: the house, the promises, and Ethan. Years later, Lara reappears. She has become a successful entrepreneur, an icon of the business world, and no one recognizes her anymore as the fragile young woman she once was. Far from the shy and discreet Lara, she is now a queen of industry, admired and respected. At a public event, a journalist asks her: "Lara, you are the most influential businesswoman of the moment. What is the key to your success?" Lara, with a mysterious smile, answers: "Never let a man define you. Take charge of your life. » The next day, to everyone's surprise, Ethan appears at Lara's door. The man she thought had been forgotten, who had let her go without a glance, returns with a surprising proposition: "Lara, I made a mistake. Can we start all over again... Together?"
Luca Moretti, an influential businessman, is forced to marry Amélie Lefevre, a woman he considers a simple family obligation. Already in love with another, he vows to make Amélie's life hell so that she will ask for a divorce. However, he does not know that Amélie is hiding a secret that could change his life forever. Behind her calm facade, Amélie is much more determined and intelligent than he thinks. What will happen when Luca finds himself caught in his own game? Will he succeed in breaking their union or will he succumb to the hidden truth?
For three years, Althea lived in the shadow of an arranged marriage with Damian Crowe, a billionaire as ruthless as they are insistent, known for his dark things and his absolute control over the elite. This marriage, designed by their families to unite two dynasties by the decline, quickly turned into a nightmare. Ignored by Damian, and closely monitored by his allies, Althea has discovered a world of unavowable secrets and questionable transactions. One night, she comes across compromising information that could ruin Damian and her whole family. Realizing that she is only a pawn in their game, she disappears without warning, leaving behind an empire in danger and a man plagued by her own demons. When Althea resurfaces three years later, she was unrecognizable: independent, formidable and armed with a infallible strategy to undermine the power of Damian. In parallel, it becomes the target of the rivals of the latter, who see in it the key to destroy the reign of the Crowe. But Damian did not say his last word. Torn between his desire to reconquer and the fear of the truths that Althea could reveal, he embarks on a battle where love and destruction are intertwined. Does Althea play a vengeance game, or is it about to overthrow a world that she has sworn to never suffer?
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.